I’ve dealt with a lot of flaky faggots over the years, and I haven’t always been kind to them. Most of the time I rain down unholy terror upon those who know they’re faggots and accept that fact, but they’re too selfish or too gutless to actually serve.
But occasionally I come across a faggot who truly doesn’t understand what’s happening to him and really wishes it would stop, but his nature won’t allow him to go back. That’s what happened with a faggot I will call Stan.
Stan contacted me and asked for my advice regarding his current situation. He was in a heterosexual relationship with a girl (not married), but something had recently happened with his best friend. It seems that he and his best friend used to jack off to straight porn together, an act that is surprisingly common among straight males these days.
But then Stan’s best friend broke his wrist in a sporting accident. And one weekend while the best friend’s girlfriend was out of town, Stan was with him and they were looking at porn together. And the best friend was struggling to get off without the use of his hand.
So Stan felt obligated (his words) to help his friend out by stroking his cock for him. But it wasn’t working. So the best friend told Stan to get it wet, so Stan spit into his hand to add lubrication. Still nothing.
So the best friend grabbed Stan’s head and shoved it down onto his dick. And Stan sucked his best friend off until he came in Stan’s mouth.
I asked Stan if he swallowed. “Well, yes, I didn’t want to disrespect him,” replied Stan.
So the best friend then told another friend in their group about Stan’s cocksucking, and the other friend wanted to try it out. So the best friend ordered Stan to go over and service the other friend, and Stan did it.
You know what happens next, right? Before long, Stan is servicing a bunch of their friends, of course.
Stan came to me legitimately confused and afraid. He said he doesn’t want to do these things anymore.
“So stop,” I told Stan.
“But I’m not supposed to let Men down,” replied Stan.
“Straight Men don’t talk like that,” I said bluntly.
Ultimately it was decided that Stan is NOT straight because he wasn’t going to stop sucking their dicks. So I told Stan to immediately go and break up with his girlfriend.
And he immediately went over to her house and broke up with her!
Then I told Stan to go to his best friend and thank him for opening his eyes to the truth. And he did that, too! Then the best friend used Stan again.
To add insult to injury, the best friend is now fucking his ex-girlfriend.
But even though Stan has taken these steps, he’s still miserably unhappy. “I feel bad sucking dick, and now I don’t have a girlfriend, either,” said Stan.
You know what is causing this issue? It’s Stan’s inability to let go of his former (fake) heterosexual life and embrace the truth about his place as a faggot in service to Men.
I was in Stan’s shoes when I was 17 years old. I was dating and “fucking” girls then when my straight Alpha best friend forced me into service and I became his cocksucker.
The only difference between Stan and I is the speed of assimilation. I quickly embraced being a faggot and went on a voracious cocksucking spree for several years before settling into serious and devoted service. I didn’t waste any time once I knew what I was and what I was supposed to do.
Stan is wasting time. He’s also causing himself irreparable harm by pathetically brooding over things that cannot be changed. Yes, it can be put away … for a while. But it’s never going to stop.
You might remember this piece called The Secret Faggot Of The Heart. If not, please take a second and read it.
Acceptance of purpose is a gift we give ourselves. We give ourselves permission to become whatever Nature has chosen for us. We soon discover that it’s okay to be this way, that sometimes following the true path is better than following the “correct” path.
I sincerely hope Stan can find that acceptance for himself. No more second-guessing, no more shame.
If he can’t, he will forever wander in an anguished twilight of ceaseless fear and emptiness.